Part1

We were told by the instructor, yesterday, that today would solely involve us being finger printed. After which we could leave. I was looking forward to a short day, and as "luck" would have it. I was the second person called, out of a class of 30. The fingerprinting took only a few minutes. I then filled out the required 8 Hour log sheet, and was soon sitting in my car smiling with satisfaction.

Feeling the need to brag, and possibly make plans for the rest of the day. I sat in the parking lot and called my brother. While relating the story to him and his wife, who was listening via speakerphone. My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of three gunshots, resounding somewhere in the neighborhood behind me. " Do you see what I mean!", I told my brother still on the phone. " The neighborhood they picked for the training absolutely ghetto!", I continued. They laughed. Suddenly I heard my back door open, and someone jump in. Something was now being pushed against the back of my head, and someone was now frantically yelling, "Drive! Drive!" The item being pushed against the back of my neck, was pressed even harder now. Followed by and even more frantic command, "Hurry up, or I'll shoot you!"